Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.